The snow has clung to
every available surface. The most spindly branches of the forsythia
have “Vs” of snow, and I can imagine the accumulation, patient and slow,
crystal attracting crystal until little pockets formed. I hope this blog will be the same, a slow, patient accumulation of words. 

Four years ago today I started this blog with a post entitled “A Walker Begins.” Since then, there has been a “slow, patient accumulation” of at least 20,000 words. Other than that, “Walker” hasn’t changed much, other than my learning how to make the photos larger. One of these days I’ll figure out how to switch templates, which will make it easier to follow and comment.


Otherwise, I imagine I’ll keep plugging away as I always do: walking, thinking, noticing.


Writing about the world in an attempt to make some sense of it — though not too much, of course.